[UMINEKO SPOILERS] Heart (Unscored): Beatrice

[damedana]

The story ends as such:
"when the seagulls cried, none were left alive"...

But this isn't such a sad story.

This is a story about love.

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A... Room....?

[damedana]

It's a bedroom. Or rather, a guestroom. A western styled guestroom with purple thorny vines covering everything, making it impossible to really engage with any of it except for one of the beds and the wardrobe closet. It's all so difficult to make out, but what's impossible to mistaken is that this room is for a specific purpose, a specific reason, and those vines are digging into the walls, the floor, anywhere they can get to take root there. Twisting, distorting things to suit their needs. They're growing in from the window where it's pitch black out, the rain pounding hard against the glass while the wind howls and shrieks. Staring out for too long, you can almost swear there is a pair of eyes staring back at you from the deepest of the night.

There's a thrill of horror down your spine because you know instinctively: <the witch is out there, watching, waiting, grinning madly wondering what you'll do.>

You also know instinctively: <there is a murderer coming for this room in particular, and if you do not hide, you will die>.


((You have 10 comments from each person (minus runner) to pick a place to hide. Do what you will within that time frame or perish :) ))

Closet

[damedana]

You enter the closet just as the door is forced open, the sound of tape separating giving away the reason you could not leave this room on your own even if you wanted to, even if you tried everything within your own power.

Ah, that's right, you remember.

You chose this, too.

The footsteps draw closer and closer.

Even when you hold your breath, you worry that you've made the wrong choice.

The footsteps move away, but you know better than to make a sigh of relief. Especially as there's the sound of the bed being turned over and a cry coming from a distinctly feminine voice. One of frustration? One of triumphant?

It's hard to say.

And luckily, you won't have to find out as a hand lands on your shoulder from behind, from beyond what should have been just a wall, and pulls you backwards.

Right, you remember... magic was the solution.

Remember...?

[damedana]

There's the clattering sound of chains, more as though they're dropping to the ground.

Finally, the oppressing pressure at your throat is gone.

You can breathe again.

You're freed from whatever that nightmare was.

You vow to never go back to it.

But there is a metal collar and chains laying before you, the silver metal glittering in an unseen light, sending fragments of light into an otherwise empty space.

Do you take them with you? (Each individual running must make a choice.)

Re: Remember...?

[ahahadotwav]

[she's paralysed for a second, unable to decide - what's the right choice here? what does either choice mean?

...

she's leaving them behind]

Re: Remember...?

[damedana]

The idea of carrying that weight with you is horrifying. You won't go back to it, you'll completely forget it even happened. You don't need it. Not now. Not ever. You continue to the next room, stepping over the metal and leaving it behind.

((ooc note: Beato can now just yeet that whole collar and chain experience from her mind! But y'know. Remember the rest of the heart.))

Re: A... Room....?

[ahahadotwav]

[she blinks tears from her eyes and just. looks around miserably.

is there even any point in hiding?]

Re: A... Room....?

[damedana]

If you do not hide, you will die.

If you die, it will surely be very lovely.

Re: A... Room....?

[ahahadotwav]

...You wouldn't want to see that, right? The real you.

[she's going to open the wardrobe]

Re: A... Room....?

[damedana]

There's no answer to the question, but entering the wardrobe is easy enough.